I am not what I seem
I have masks to protect you from me
I stay alone in my house
And it will this way forever be
I am simply understood
Because I am a mirror in my ways
Yet you should not trust my deeds
Or my thoughts that reflect your plays
I hide from you my darkness
My skies of purple shadow
As you ascend yourself to Heaven
It’s down to Hell that I go
Your steps are taken with caution
Whilst my madness removes my care
There’s direction to your movement
But I feel it’s not going anywhere
My friend, you are not my friend
But how shall I make you understand?
My path is not your path
Yet together we walk hand in hand
Inspired by a Khalil Gibran parable, with the last four lines lifted word for word. I found this short parable very affecting and particularly relevant to my thoughts on friendship.

6th Sep 2024 – Submitted to Reena’s Xploration Challenge #346
Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful to Oasis restaurant for making yummy vegan food in Chiang Rai.

I love how you use of masks as a metaphor for protection and the contrast between your internal struggles and the outward appearance of companionship!
~David
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🙏 Thank you. No one knows all our secrets.
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Beautiful poem.
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🙏 Thank you.
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Tough situation!
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We’re all different paths to the same place.
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True that.
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Not alike, but on the same journey.
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Let’s pave the way. 🙏
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🙂💕
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